| So they say, hey kid
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| Why can’t you keep your head up?
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| Please stop pleading
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| And start acting like yourself
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| Well, who the hell is that anyway?
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| So with no signs of relief
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| I seem to see more sense
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| In holding hands with the dead
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| While I lay alone, while I lay below
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| The photos, the milestones
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| 'Cause my friend told me
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| She’ll settle deep
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| Like a pain in the palm of your hand
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| Can’t you see, man, it’s not all that easy
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| 'Cause I, I don’t know
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| I don’t know what love means
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| No, I don’t know what love means
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| At least let me see
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| The golden road that you promised
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| Just give me back
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| My jaded heart that you’ve stolen
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| You left me high and dry
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| What good is wax
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| Without a wick to burn it all away
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| What good is hope when all you’ve left me
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| Is a fabricated fair weather phrase
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| 'Cause my friend told me
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| She’ll settle deep
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| Like a pain in the palm of your hand
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| Can’t you see, man, it’s not all that easy
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| 'Cause I, I don’t know
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| Maybe I’m just a kid
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| Maybe I’ve sunken into some quarter life crisis
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| I don’t know
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| Maybe it is this weight
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| Darkness that makes me shake
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| Keeps us all alive
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| I don’t know
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| 'Cause my friend told me
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| She’ll settle deep
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| Like a pain in the palm of your hand
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| Can’t you see, man, it’s not all that easy
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| 'Cause my friend told me
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| She’ll settle deep
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| Like a pain in the palm of your hand
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| Can’t you see, man, it’s not all that easy
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| 'Cause I, I don’t know, I don’t know |